There’s a very particular kind of sabotage that happens woman-to-woman.
Not the loud kind.
The covert kind.
It arrives as long text messages dissecting your character,
as whispers dressed up as “concern,”
as quiet attempts to dim the very thing that makes you unmistakably you.
For years, I carried words that were never mine,
paragraphs written from someone else’s unhealed shadow,
opinions projected onto me because my shine felt like a threat.
At times I wondered if any of it was true.
Some pieces touched my humanity, sure.
But most?
Most were reflections of wounds that didn’t belong to me.
Here’s what living underground taught me:
When you’re a woman on the Diamond Road, your light will unsettle the ones who haven’t met their own.
People try to bury what they can’t imitate.
They paint over what they can’t create.
And they attempt to break what they secretly wish they had the courage to build.
This song — You’re That Bitch — came from that realization.
Not “bitch” as insult.
But bitch as archetype:
the woman who walked through shadow and flame
and still rose with her essence intact.
The one who stayed rooted, honest, unbroken.
The one who was protected by something larger, wiser, deeper than the noise around her.
I’m no longer available to hold the weight of other people’s distortions.
Their stories about me belong to them.
Not to my path, not to my body, not to my becoming.
I survived the years they tried to bury me.
But the dirt didn’t win
it refined me.
I’m on the Diamond Road now.
And from here, the view is clear:
You are that bitch
the healed kind, the rising kind,
the kind who cannot be dimmed or displaced.
Let them unravel on their own time.
Let illusions fall where they may.
Your table is set.
Your shine is sovereign.
Your spirit is strong.
This era is yours.
-Kass
LYRICS: YOU’RE THAT BITCH
It’s the flavor when they see you,
that real thing they can’t duplicate.
You walk in rooms with God around you,
and their shadows start to shake.
They spent years tryna paint over
what their hearts could never make…
’Cause you’re the type that can’t be copied,
and they hate what they can’t take.
They tried to dim your shine,
tried to steal your light,
but baby, heaven don’t forget
what’s done in the dark at night…
’Cause you’re that one,
that truth they can’t outrun.
Natural-born, God-given flavor,
not a soul can fake your love.
You’re anointed, you’re protected,
you ain’t gotta raise your voice.
God’s already lifting you,
and exposing every choice.
You’re that bitch
the holy kind, the chosen kind…
and they feel it every time.
Maybe they gathered up the masses,
built a crowd to hide their shame.
Maybe a decade of pretending
just to cover up their blame.
But your spirit stayed unbroken,
pure and steady in the flame…
You got vision, you got honor,
you got heaven in your veins.
They tried to cloud your name,
but grace don’t work that way.
Baby, God’s been saving seats
for the ones who lost the faith…
’Cause you’re that one,
that truth they can’t outrun.
Natural-born, God-given flavor,
not a soul can fake your love.
You’re anointed, you’re protected,
you ain’t gotta lift a hand.
God will handle every whisper,
every plot, every plan.
You’re that bitch
the righteous kind, the rising kind…
and your table’s set this time.
Hearts are being shown to you,
illusions falling through.
Elevation’s calling you,
and only truth walks with you.
Touch not God’s anointed,
that warning’s loud and true…
Now you choose who gets a seat,
’cause the feast was made for you.
You’re that one,
that flame they can’t outrun.
Heaven wrote your destiny,
and baby, it’s already done.
You’re divine, you’re undeniable,
you’re love in its purest form
and God’s the one who carried you
through every single storm.
You’re that bitch
the healed kind, the real kind…
and now it’s your time.
